Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.